[a;] Breakfast. The most important meal of the day and apparently the only meal of the day. She had been warned when she got here of course, though no one warned her about the tea. Upon first sip of her normal morning brew she paused, looking mildly offended by the a) lack of heat and b) lack of strength that one might think she would spit it out. After a moment she swallowed it down and looked at the lukewarm mess in her cup with distaste. "Oh for fucks sake..."
The tea was sat down again, abandoned.
The coffee she was advised on already, so a cup of coffee was added to her tray with the plan to drink it last when possible. It wasn't much of a meal, the oatmeal and fruit that she did take up, but it would hold her over for the day, as would the two oranges she swiped.
Honestly this wasn't the strangest thing to deal with, other than being whisked away and dropped on a floor of a dirty old hotel and left to fend for herself. It almost seemed as if Merlin had put them through worse, and Percival had ran her though her own hoops.
Okay, no, this place was getting to her. No doors? Rain always falling? She was still on the hunt for a way out, but there was no sense starving herself as she did it.
[b;] Never trust a lift when you don't trust the environment you are currently trapped in. Especially one so... old. When the doors opened, clearly inviting her to take this lift up instead of the stairs, she paused only to peek into it.
It was indeed old. Very old. Old and not at all her cup of tea. Roxy refused to get ON the lift, but she looked into it curiously, cautiously. For all she knew it would snap and fall, trying to cut her damn fool head off for leaning this far into it in the first place.
"I don't think so..." She said more to herself, drawing back and frowning at it. What's four floors? Running up that many flights was nothing at all. Better that then a death drop in an old lift.
Roxy Morton | Kingsman: The Secret Service | Ota
Breakfast. The most important meal of the day and apparently the only meal of the day. She had been warned when she got here of course, though no one warned her about the tea. Upon first sip of her normal morning brew she paused, looking mildly offended by the a) lack of heat and b) lack of strength that one might think she would spit it out. After a moment she swallowed it down and looked at the lukewarm mess in her cup with distaste. "Oh for fucks sake..."
The tea was sat down again, abandoned.
The coffee she was advised on already, so a cup of coffee was added to her tray with the plan to drink it last when possible. It wasn't much of a meal, the oatmeal and fruit that she did take up, but it would hold her over for the day, as would the two oranges she swiped.
Honestly this wasn't the strangest thing to deal with, other than being whisked away and dropped on a floor of a dirty old hotel and left to fend for herself. It almost seemed as if Merlin had put them through worse, and Percival had ran her though her own hoops.
Okay, no, this place was getting to her. No doors? Rain always falling? She was still on the hunt for a way out, but there was no sense starving herself as she did it.
[b;]
Never trust a lift when you don't trust the environment you are currently trapped in. Especially one so... old. When the doors opened, clearly inviting her to take this lift up instead of the stairs, she paused only to peek into it.
It was indeed old. Very old. Old and not at all her cup of tea. Roxy refused to get ON the lift, but she looked into it curiously, cautiously. For all she knew it would snap and fall, trying to cut her damn fool head off for leaning this far into it in the first place.
"I don't think so..." She said more to herself, drawing back and frowning at it. What's four floors? Running up that many flights was nothing at all. Better that then a death drop in an old lift.